Andy Mineo - You Will Remix lyrics

[Verse 1: Andy Mineo] When you see me I'm in uptown baby What you know about me oh Nothing really well let's change that See I came back I took a break but now I break that Formerly known yeah I made that And them car-tunez every Saturday Eat your breakfast (Tell 'em play that) Yeah I got lines like bar codes Yeah I got jokes like Bart Simpson on bar phones (Moe's Tavern) How you acting dumb on your smartphone Fishing of men so I stay looking Casting nets like I'm straight Brooklyn Oh your life so hard Why don't you face your problems don't Facebook em' Satan trying to make the straight crooked With the p**n sites but I ain't looking I got bands that'll make her dance That's a wedding ring for my wife, bling I'mma say that twice, bling Ladies if you ain't got one Don't give him none true love is waiting And you so worth that I know you heard some bull crap But if you headed down the wrong path Go ahead and turn back You're never too far to be made new They said you damaged goods but it ain't true I testify to that I ain't lying Jack You could check with my whole crew whoop [Hook] Y-O-U owe me nothing, no, nothing Y-O-U owe me nothing, no, nothing I know you will, I know you will, I know you will, I know you will I know you will, I know you will, I know you will, I know you will I know you will, I know you will Even when they say you won't I know you will, I know you will, I know you will Even when they say you can't I know you will No there's nothing you can't do Nothing in this world too big for you So when they say you can't I know you will, I know you will Even when they say you can't I know you will [Verse 2: Andy Mineo] Some say you can't, I say that you will My sinning cost a grip but Jesus paid the bill You don't believe in miracles, I show you why they real Some rappers don't got sk** but somehow they got a deal, weird I'm riding around in this airport, flying around on my skateboard And my gla**es on like a straight dork Oh, your money tall, but these days short I love the haters so I pray for 'em See them hearts we aim for 'em So I tell the world and we stay touring And we do it our way, we won't change for 'em This ain't no fast food, you can't order us They looking so confused, what's the formula? We just really want more of God Nah, we don't really want more of us Cause He did it we giving Him thanks Even when they ain't awarding us And them strip clubs, money d** C'mon cous' you boring us We heard it all before And I'm still unimpressed with that sort of stuff We were made for more though With them award shows and you thank Christ That lip service don't mean nothing if you ain't about that life [Hook]